— Did you find anything? — Bryan asks Adam as they just entered the office.
— Yes, it’s nothing concrete, but it’s enough for us to know where to start. — Adam replies, opening his laptop and typing in some passwords, revealing a folder with some files. — I found an overseas account of his; it seems he’s been depositing a lot, and it’s a significant amount.
— Son of a b***h. — Bryan murmurs.
— They’re taking advantage of your father’s condition to make the transfers easier. — Adam says.
— Fine, let them keep thinking I’m defenseless; that will be an advantage. — Bryan states.
— Yes, sir. — Adam responds.
— Don’t call me sir, Adam. We’re not at the office, and you’re my friend. — Bryan says. — I feel old when you call me that.
— But you are old — Adam jokes.
— I’m twenty-seven; I’m
